Текст: Editors. Back Room. Lights.

I still love the light on, baby
It keeps me awake but I don't mind
Everything I always wanted
Is right there but soon it won't be

Oh, if fortune favors the brave
I am as poor as they come
I've got a million things to say
I've got a million things to

I still love the light on, baby
It keeps me awake but I don't mind
Everything I always wanted
Is right there but soon it won't be

Oh, if fortune favors the brave
I am as poor as they come
I've got a million things to say
I've got a million things to

I still love the light on, baby
I still love the light on, baby
I still love the light on, baby
I still love the light on, baby

Oh, if fortune favors the brave
I am as poor as they come
I've got a million things to say
I've got a million things to

Ahh, a million things to say
A million things to say
A million things to say